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lil gooch - computers lyrics

[hook]
any problem call my shotta shotty poppin’ at his head
with my rasta they’ll pop ya leave you dead for that bread
we got choppas for you oppas only opps we leave em dead
see we creepin through they turf
head red don’t shoot legs
(x2)

[verse 1:gooch]
clap his head with this lead
stash spot, where he layin
take em down for his m’s
we got clips come get a trim
ballin hard i need a rim
but my pockets never slim
wanna rob like who is him
we got hollow sh-lls for them
you him, him and him
in da o’ with all my kem
stacking all these benjamins
cuz ben frank my only friend
countin bandz i get it in
no new n-ggas only ten
toes down all ten
gang time gotta win
effen blowin like da wind
put yo career to a end
bullet holes through his chin
pop a xan forget my sins

[hook]

[verse:2 ocho]
i got my glock boy run up then i do ya
ocho stay so fly that’s why i’m feelin supa
yo b-tch she love ocho she blow me like a tuba
call lil gooch up he coming with the ruger
we obmg you know we keep them glocks
n-ggas claim they out here but ain’t on they blocks
everybody and they momma know how o’block rocks
you talk crazy you get shot watch yo body drop
i’m smoking tooka with yo b-tch and she gimmie gimmie top
b-tch we posted out here and we got them mops mops
call boo-man from the wiic and he’ll get you drop
n-ggas claim they with the sh-ts man you n-ggas cops
pull up on you make you diddy-bop
run up on him with the glock
head shot he in a box

[gooch]
young boys bout that cash
in the trap count hunnids in the stash
try to rob put zoe on ya -ss
strip club bet hoes shaking -ss
i got o’s bet the hoes get to flash (?)
h-ll naw you can’t touch my bandz
i got jackson’s in my bandz
no my squad do not dance
and i got jackson’s in my pocket
with ben franklin in my wallet
try to rob lil goochie stop
i got shottas known for popping
banana clips it got him hopping
40 auto ain’t no stopping
if she with us then she topping
on the o’ got every topping
why you think they always shopping
we got dope that have you boppin boy
ocho just be tweaking
he mad ee for no reason
free king von that boy a demon
off the sleepy leave you dreamin
leave yo people under sea man
ridin’ town and we scheming
hunna rounds what we squeezin
i see what they don’t be seeing
they fake what i’m really being
they talk i just be agreein
i’m hearing but not believen’
my boys we are straight heatin
we hungry take what you eating
you know me i am a leader
i’m winning far from a cheater
she rob me i gotta beat her
i sip codeine out the liter
i just be high off the meter

[ocho]
boy it’s ocho from the wiic
i got these b-tches on my line they on my d-ck
gone throwing bullets like michael vick
yo man get in the way then that’s a pick
these n-ggas acting crazy they ain’t sick
head shot left him on his f-cking sh-t
a tutu xan and the lean it got me litt
my n-ggas they some dogs like some f-cking pimps
obmg b-tch we with the sh-ts n-ggas
ride past the wiic we gon’ flip you whip n-gga
boy don’t ride down the strip n-gga
catch a n-gga fry his -ss like some shrimp n-gga
o’block that’s the gang
me and goochie shooting brains and my n-ggas wild insane

[gooch]
so don’t get yo -ss changed
cause all we know is bang
we will slide on yo block and let them 40 cals rain
and leave you on the gr-ss
cause we drop sh-t like a pac
aye, and we can not give a p-ss
don’t end up with yo head by your shoes
in the late on channel 7 news

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